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THE DOLLAR HUNT 

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FROM THE FRENCH. 
By E. G. MARTIN. 


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CONTENTS, 


CHAPTER PAGE 


I. Mademoiselle Durand Plans a Cam- 
paign 7 

II. “J’ai Fait un Four” , 21 

III. Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks “an 

American for Exportation.” 34 

IV. A Dance to Mademoiselle's Music. ... 58 

V. The Princess Warns Nannie 66 

VI. A Struggle ’Twixt Heart and Reason- 83 

VII. Nannie Learns the Coronet must be 

Regilded 95 

VIII. Blended Motives Become One in the 

Snow 106 


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THE DOLLAR HUNT. 


CHAPTER I. 

MADEMOISELLE DURAND PLANS A 
CAMPAIGN. 

“If you want my advice, dear mother, 
here it is. Make him travel. In Paris he 
is done for — completely done for!” 

Two women, mother and daughter, were 
chatting beside the fire, the scanty fire of 
people who count their sticks. For that 
matter, in this antique salon at once 
noble and dismal in appearance, every- 
thing, from the worn and old-fashioned 
furniture to the threadbare carpets, 
proclaimed not actual poverty but 


8 Mile. Durand Plans a Campaign . 

straitened circumstances borne with dig- 
nity and without complaint. Still, a 
servant opened the door, and the Mar- 
quise de Sainbrillat had her carriage, a 
coupe by the month. 

“It is not so easy to make him travel, 
my dear. You speak as if it were. Since 
your marriage you no longer see sous cut 
into quarters, God be thanked! But I 
have had to bleed myself dry — for your 
dowry in the first place, and afterward to 
pay your brother’s debts. So it is not 
into four but into eight pieces that I 
have to cut my poor sous! And, not- 
withstanding, a Marquis de Sainbrillat 
can not travel third-class.” 

The Baroness de Kirchenthal heaved 
an impatient sigh. She was a short and 
scrawny woman, not at all good-looking, 
who was called in her own circle “the 
little baroness,” firstly on account of her 
figure, and then because her name exhaled 
a certain odor of Judaism. Still, the 


Mile. Durand Plans a Campaign. 9 

baron accompanied his wife to Mass, and 
If he kept open the paternal bank, thanks 
to which the sous were not cut into eight 
nor even into four, not a trace was left 
of the synagogue — not a trace unless it 
were a nose a trifle hooked — but so 
slightly! Mile, de Sainbrillat had eagerly 
accepted an alliance with the banker, 
although he was a widower, not very 
young and not at all handsome. But he 
had a large fortune and a title is always a 
title, even though it may not pretend to 
go back to the Crusades. 

“And to think that we had arranged 
things so well! My husband was perfect, 
mother; you have admitted it yourself. 
I suppose there is no way of providing 
for Robert in your circle? Beggar that 
he is, there is his detestable reputation 
into the bargain.” 

“See here, Claire, he is no worse than 
many others, after all!” 

“ That may be, but why display what 


10 Mile. Durand Plans a Campaign. 

others hide? Tales about Robert have 
become legendary; what things I have 
heard about him since my marriage !” 

“ There are the Americans,” said the 
mother, after a brief silence. 

“Ah, mother dear, how easy it is to 
see that you live in your corner! That 
is the first idea that presents itself to the 
sons of ruined families. American girls 
are much sought after, greatly in demand 
on 'Change; no compromising shop on 
Rue Montmartre or anywhere else, com- 
ing from a country where there is no 
aristocracy but that of money; often 
pretty, plenty of chic . What a lot of 
escutcheons they have regilded! People 
are taken in, sometimes; fortunes over 
there are subject to a good many dis- 
quieting risks; but the risks are taken, 
all the same. Twenty years ago it was 
a real gold mine, a traveling California. 
Since then, the little Americans have 
grown a trifle suspicious; they find very 


Mile. Durand Plans a Campaign. 11 

often that the game is not worth the 
candle. No, dear mother, do not cherish 
those delusions. Robert has no more 
chance in the American colony than on 
the Paris money market. He is done 
for here; completely done for, I tell you.” 

Without making any direct reply, the 
marquise rose and went to a small desk, 
from which she took a letter. 

“Read that, Claire; I did not wish 
to mention it to you, but I have con- 
cluded to do so. It is from Mile. Durand.” 

“My former governess? What can she 
have to say to you? I thought you had 
quarreled.” 

“Read it, my child. Read it aloud. 
We will talk about it afterward.” 

“ ‘ Chicago, March 15, 1888. 

Madame la Marquise: 

“ l You will be surprised at receiving a 
letter from me; for my part, I am sur- 
prised to find myself writing to you. 


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But after reflecting for a long time, I have 
concluded to communicate with you con- 
cerning a business matter which may 
deserve attention on your part, and to 
do so with that frankness which is not 
unknown to you, and for which you have 
even reproached me somewhat severely. 
I have said ‘ business matter/ and I 
abide by the expression. 

“‘I seldom have a chance to see the 
Paris papers in this detestable country. 
One has just been sent me/ ” 

“ She too,” groaned the marquise. 
“She knows about the ‘good day, youM 
In Chicago!” 

“‘It was reading this journal which 
influenced me to write you, for it was 
impossible not to recognize in the hero 
of the story told, M. le Marquis Robert 
de Sainbrillat/ ” 

“To think that a gentleman is not 
safe from the vile attacks of a needy 
journalist ! ” 


Mile. Durand Plans a Campaign . 13 

“Mother, do let me go on reading. — 
Robert got only what he deserved. The 
letter of that sly Durand begins to interest 
me. She is not destitute of intelligence; 
she must have comprehended as I do 
that Robert has become impossible in 
Paris." 

And the little baroness once more 
began the letter which she now found 
interesting. 

“‘It is becoming difficult to marry in 
your circle, madame la marquise; and 
yet, marriage being the plank of safety 
for gentlemen who are drowning, you 
must be thinking of it even more than 
you did in my time, when you already 
thought a great deal. 

Ui I have a match to propose to you. 
That is the reason of this letter and its 
excuse. 

“ 1 When the education of Mme. the 
Baroness de Kirchenthal was completed 
and I left your house, madame la marquise, 


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I had not, as I might have expected, the 
means to live on without working/ ” 

“She expected a retiring pension, like 
a colonel or a chief of division! Where 
on earth could I have found the means 
to give her one?” 

ut After several unfortunate attempts I 
entered an American family where I am 
conducting the education of two little 
girls. The family hoped to remain in 
Europe for some years; it was summoned 
back to Chicago by its head, who finally 
grew tired of earning in America the 
dollars which his wife spent in Paris. I 
followed Mrs. Fairfax; this happened 
about a year ago. I am very well treated 
and admirably well paid — but I am dying 
of ennui. 

“ 1 In addition to my little pupils there 
is a girl of twenty who answers to the 
name of Nannie, otherwise Anne. The 
first care of American parents is to give 
their children names by which they never 


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call them afterward; others are invented. 
The Fairfax family is frightfully rich. 
The father, a sort of banker, a stock- 
jobber especially, bought a quantity of 
land at a very low price in prehistoric 
times (somewhere about 1850), and this 
land has become astonishingly valuable. 
The only difficulty is that in this country 
of savages dowries are never given to 
daughters. There is a combination of 
good sense and antiquated sentimentality 
among our dealers in pork or petroleum 
which is quite delightful. However, 
that does not prevent a father from mak- 
ing very fine presents to his daughters; 
it comes to the same thing; everything 
is included except the word dowry, which 
offends the delicate ears of our Yankees. 

“ ‘ I feel very sure, madame la marquise, 
that in considering the available heiresses 
you have thought of the Americans. 
Believe me, those who are already launched 
in Paris have their eyes too wide open; 


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moreover, they are too much surrounded, 
they have too much choice among the 
played-out nobles who are paying court 
to their millions. Send your son to hunt 
the bison — that euphemism covers every- 
thing — in the American prairies. He will 
necessarily pass through Chicago; I will 
find means of keeping him there for some 
time. When game grows scarce in one 
place — I am not speaking now of bisons — 
the skilful hunter changes his ground. 
Let M. le marquis change his ground. 

“‘The difficulty of having a sufficient 
fortune given to the future marquise 
still remains. That is my affair. Mr. 
Fairfax adores his daughter, who, for that 
matter, is the undisputed queen of the 
whole family. Let her take a fancy to 
love the marquis — and he has been able 
to make others love him — and I answer 
for the result. 

“‘Is it necessary to say, madame la 
marquise, that I am not at all disinter- 


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ested in this affair? I aspire to leave 
this land of liberty, to live on my own 
income in a country place which I know 
and adore, and to give up making Anglo- 
Saxons stumble through the fables of 
La Fontaine, which they make fun of. 
If I obtain but one million on the wedding- 
day, you need give me only twenty 
thousand francs; for two millions, forty 
thousand, and so on. I hope that the 
millions will be many; I think I am not 
alone in wishing so. 

‘“Now, if the business attracts you, 
madame la marquise, let me manage it 
from the start. My young savage must 
not suspect for an instant that the marquis 
comes for anything but hunting. This is ab- 
solutely essential. She is very suspicious, 
Miss Nannie, from the moment when 
she gets a hint of any motive but pure 
love in those who pay court to her. I 
must say, although I do not like Americans 
in general, that this young girl is very 


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charming, that she is natural, frank, 
impulsive, and of a gay and open char- 
acter. Life has smiled on her and she 
smiles on life. It is easy to be good 
when one is happy. Nannie’s grandfather 
was a farmer, a mere peasant. His 
granddaughter would be at her ease in 
a palace; her beauty is that of a patrician, 
her feet are the feet of a marquise, and 
she has the instinct of dress to a rare 
degree. Moreover, I have purloined one 
of her photographs, which I send you. 
Burn it after you have shown it to Mar- 
quis Robert, I beg of you. 

“ ‘ Answer me at once, madame la mar- 
quise. I will not conceal from you that 
Miss Fairfax is much sought after. Thus 
far she has preferred no one; all she 
thinks of is amusing herself; her heart 
has never spoken yet, I am sure — but 
some day or other — . In fine, madame, 
do not allow your aversion for me per- 
sonally to induce you to reject the bar- 


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gain I propose. You see that I do not 
seek to disguise that it is a bargain. 

lut Accept, madame la marquise, the 
expression of my profound respect. 

“ ‘ Valerie Durand/ ” 

“Let me see the portrait,” said the 
little baroness after a rather long silence. 
The marquise held out a photograph to 
her daughter. 

“My former governess is right; she is 
pretty, she is more than pretty — she is 
something different from that.” 

The marquise bent down to look at the 
picture likewise. The countenance of the 
foreigner smiled at her, a slightly mock- 
ing smile. Very fine features, slightly 
curling hair, a lithe and slender figure, 
combined to make a really pretty girl. 
However, it was not the beauty that 
struck one first, but the expression, the 
overflow, as it were, of intense life. 

Instinctively the little baroness glanced 


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at herself in the mirror and sighed. She 
sprang, for her own part, from a very 
noble family, from blood extremely pure. 
And it seemed to her that this blood was 
rather poor, that it had ended in pro- 
ducing a mean and stunted being, dull 
and sapless. 

“My dear mother, Robert shall start as 
soon as you have received instructions 
from Mile. Durand. She is right; she 
must command this expedition into an 
enemy’s country. My husband will ad- 
vance a large sum which you can repay 
him after you have embraced your 
American daughter-in-law.” 


CHAPTER II. 


a J ? AI FAIT UN FOUR.” 

Mlle. Valerie Durand, governess in 
the Fairfax household, was installed one 
bright June morning in the schoolroom, 
awaiting her pupils. She had just been 
glancing into the papers, and a smile 
hovered over her thin lips. She had 
never been pretty, and she was no longer 
young; but she was well-bred, her manners 
were very good, and she concealed a 
natural tendency to irony and pessimism 
under a correct and imperturbable ex- 
terior. 

There was nothing severe about the 
schoolroom; it was large, light and 
cheerful, with an immense bay window, 
forming a semi-rotunda such as one often 
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sees in American houses, and looking out 
upon the lake. On this lovely, sunny day, 
the lake, as large as an inland sea, glit- 
tered under a marvelously clear sky. 
Mile. Durand, a transplanted Parisienne, 
detested Chicago; nevertheless when she 
raised her eyes she could not avoid recog- 
nizing the beauty of the scene on which 
they rested. 

A light rustle of skirts disturbed her 
meditations. Nannie Fairfax entered and 
sat down near the governess. She some- 
times came to chat with her, or to read 
a few pages of Corneille or Racine; she 
spoke French, for that matter, very 
readily and correctly, having spent several 
years in a boarding-school near Paris. 
Mile. Durand had not flattered the young 
girl in her letter to the marquise. Tall, 
slim, supple in her movements, as graceful 
as possible, Nannie Fairfax was charming; 
a trifle pale, perhaps, but with an expres- 
sive countenance and very brilliant light 


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blue eyes, although her hair was almost 
black, a peculiarity which gave what one 
might call a certain irrelevancy to this 
charming face. 

“Are not the children coming?” asked 
Mile. Durand. “It is time.” 

“Ah! you will not get them so early. 
They are having a romp with papa before 
he goes to his office, and you know that 
when he is playing with the little girls he 
is not to be disturbed.” 

“No more than when he is chatting with 
his big girl.” 

“I should think so. Poor papa, how 
stupid he must have found it when we 
were away in Europe! So he ended by 
getting very mad at last and sending for 
us to come back.” 

“While Mrs. Fairfax, for her part — ” 

“Oh!, mamma, that is quite another 
thing! She was sacrificing herself for her 
children. It is astonishing how many 
American mothers there are who devote 


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themselves to the education of their 
daughters. On our last voyage our com- 
panions were six mothers in the same 
case as mine. They formed a mutual 
admiration society; the husbands re- 
mained at home to earn the money re- 
quired for this painful sacrifice. It was 
very amusing to listen to them.” 

“It seems to me that respect — ” 

“I know I shock you, mademoiselle. 
But I do not shock mamma; we adore 
each other, and that is the essential 
thing. I have trained mamma very well; 
she nearly always obeys me. She was a 
little vexed with me two years ago, though. 
She had counted upon my dazzling Paris. 
I did not dazzle anything at all. I made 
— how do you say that? — I did not make 
a success — j’ai fait un four.” 

“ Nannie! that is a thing which is not 
said.” 

“You see very well that it is, since I 
said it. I understand how it happened, 


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now that I have a little experience. We 
were not properly introduced, and in 
society it is everything to be well or 
badly introduced. Mamma fancied that 
everybody would be at our feet if we 
had plenty of money and spent it pro- 
digiously. Well! it did not turn out so. 
There are many Americans over there 
who take a whole suite at the Continental, 
keep a fine carriage, show themselves at 
the Optra and the Frangais , and pay 
perfectly silly bills to fashionable dress- 
makers. All that is very well; but 
something else is needed. Mamma had 
a few poor little letters of introduction; 
our calls were returned, we were invited 
to a ball here and there, where we did 
not know a soul and where we were bored 
— oh, bored to death! In the American 
colony there is a heap of divisions and 
subdivisions; people whom you must 
know and people whom you must not. 
We got into a perfect snarl. In think- 


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ing of my education mamma had forgotten 
to complete her own from the worldly 
point of view. She artlessly believed that 
I was going to be a princess at the very 
least, and that within six months. She 
is mad about titles.” 

“And are you too?” 

“Not nearly so much. I liked my own 
Americans much better than the few 
coronated people whom I visited, just 
as I prefer my Chicago where I am at 
liberty, where I played as a child, where 
people love me, to your beautiful Paris 
where I was bored!” 

“Every one to his taste.” 

“Yes, I know. You detest America. 
You regret the time when you were 
educating — what was the name of that 
insupportable goose?” 

“Mile, de Sainbrillat.^ 

“Ah! mamma was right. I insisted 
that that was not the name. She read 
this morning — ” 


J'ai Fait un Four.” 


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“That the Marquis Robert de Sain- 
brillat was coming, just like the royal 
princes who are finishing their education, 
to study the civilization of this fine 
country, and that he expects to go to the 
Rocky Mountains to hunt the bison. 
Much good may it do him — him who 
might remain in Paris!” 

“Then he is really the goose’s brother? 
Do you know mamma is burning with 
envy to make his acquaintance. Is he 
good-looking? ” 

“Neither bad nor good. For that 
matter, I never saw much of him; I must 
say that he was always very polite, which 
was not often true of his sister. I think 
him very high-minded under an appear- 
ance of levity. But, I know very little of 
him.” 

“Mamma wishes you to write and 
invite him to come and see you.” 

Mile. Durand began to laugh, a rather 
bitter laugh. 


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“It is easy to see that Mrs. Fairfax 
belongs to the country of the Iroquois. 
It no longer surprises me that, as you 
say, she fait un four! Here you treat 
me as if I were one of the family; in the 
house of Mme. de Sainbrillat, although 
she, personally, was very kind, I was the 
governess, that is, something a little 
higher than the chambermaid. I write 
to the marquis! He would treat me like 
a crazy woman, and he would not be 
wrong. If he should happen to meet me 
by chance, I know of course that he 
would greet me politely and inquire after 
my health. But come and see me? 
No, my dear Nannie, you Yankees — ” 
“We are not Yankees, we are Westerners. 
Besides, mademoiselle, I care nothing 
about your marquis; it is mamma. Then 
he is not handsome? That is the finest of 
your titles — marquis, marquise; it brings 
up at once a vision of lace ruffles and silk 
stockings, such as they wear on the stage / 7 


“ J'cti Fait un Four. 


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“If you meet the marquis he will 
probably be dressed from head to foot in 
the English style; it is not so handsome 
as lace ruffles, but it is more convenient.” 

At this moment, the two little girls, with 
rosy cheeks, bright eyes, and golden hair 
falling to the waist, made a noisy entrance. 
It was easy to see that La Fontaine was 
going to have a bad quarter of an hour. 
The elder sister, nowise disconcerted by 
the failure of her embassy, rose and 
recommended the little ones to recite 
their French verbs well. The elder of 
the two made a significant grimace, and 
exclaimed in the most nasal tone imagin- 
able: 

“It's a mean language, anyhow!” 

But on that day their teacher's patience 
was equal to every trial. Every time she 
thought of her conversation with Nannie 
Fairfax, she smiled. And she smiled* 
very often. 

Nannie, on her part, ran downstairs, 


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did not see her mother, put on a large 
straw hat and went alone toward Lincoln 
Park. She walked quickly, enjoying the 
sweet, pure air, and enjoying especially 
the sense of her own vitality. The long 
avenue which borders the lake was almost 
deserted at this hour; there were very 
few promenaders in the park, and she was 
pleased with her long walk and the sun- 
light of June. How good it was to be 
young, and beautiful, and free, and how 
she loved the life she led among her 
friends, young girls and young men 
whom she had known since she was 
little, when she went with them to school, 
whither an adorer — she always had had 
adorers — carried her books. At bottom 
she was quite contented to have “fait un 
four” at Paris, to have escaped being 
married for her dollars. For that matter, 
she had no desire to marry as yet; that 
would come later on, doubtless, in the 
natural order of things, but much later 


J'ai Fait un Four ” 


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on. No life in the world is more delight- 
ful than that of a young girl, much courted, 
much beloved, on the borders of beautiful 
Lake Michigan! And as she was saying 
this to herself, Nannie smiled to think 
that her mother was already dreaming of 
this Marquis de Sainbrillat! Mile. Durand 
said he possessed a noble and haughty 
nature under the appearance of a gay and 
careless man of the world. So she also 
is beginning to think of it! And sud- 
denly she broke into a peal of laughter. 

“You are very gay this morning, Miss 
Nannie! ” 

“What! you?” 

And she stopped to shake hands with a 
dark-complexioned, handsome young fel- 
low, with a heavy drooping mustache, the 
true American mustache. 

“Yes, I am late this morning, and I 
was running, but not much faster than 
you. Are you going back home? May I 
accompany you?” 


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“ Certainly, Mr. Grant. How we 
danced last evening!" 

And the two young people, while walk- 
ing briskly beside each other, began chat- 
ting about the trifles of their social life. 
It never occurred to them to be brilliant, 
to make an attempt at wit. Mr. Grant 
had never taken the attitude of a lover; 
they gossiped like two good comrades, 
took pleasure in doing so — and that was 
all. The young man, an almost briefless 
barrister, was poor. Miss Fairfax was 
very rich. But they were equals all the 
same and dealt as power with power. 
They were the best friends in the world. 

When the young lawyer had left Nannie 
at her father’s door, he turned back for 
an instant. The house of Mr. Fairfax, 
a real palace, extended in all the splendor 
of its pompous architecture opposite the 
lake, and the pleasing silhouette of Nannie 
was disappearing under an imposing por- 
tico. Jack Grant heaved a little sigh. 


tTai Fait un Four ' 


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“It is a pity!” he muttered. Possibly he 
was thinking of the great Fairfax fortune, 
his own poverty, and the charm of the 
young girl. Finally he shook his head 
in a determined manner, and went away 
to his office on the other side of the river. 


CHAPTER III. 


MARQUIS DE SAINBRILLAT SEEKS “AN 
AMERICAN FOR EXPORTATION.” 

Chicago is a very agreeable city to live 
in during the summer. Winter is fright- 
fully cold, spring is detestable, but in June 
it is good to be there. The great heats 
are tempered by winds from the prairies 
or breezes from the lake, and if the days 
are sometimes scorching, the nights are 
cool and refreshing; but this does not 
prevent Chicagoans "who are anybody” 
from hastening away from the lake as 
soon as July arrives. 

Mrs. Fairfax had hired for the season at 
Newport a princely mansion which, by 
an affectation of simplicity, was called 

a “cottage.” The rent was exorbitant, 
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“ An American for Exportation .” 35 

but she congratulated herself upon having 
taken it at any price. The house belonged 
to an American woman who was traveling 
in Europe. The one in question was 
wonderfully well situated, high up on the 
cliff, in the finest part of Bellevue Avenue. 
But do not imagine that it was the superb 
view which attracted Mrs. Fairfax. No; 
this consideration was certainly not to 
be despised, but it was secondary. There 
are not many houses to let on Bellevue 
Avenue; the fortunate owners of these 
famous “ cottages” nearly all belong to 
the famous “four hundred,” the four 
hundred privileged persons who count, 
among the thousands of rich people who 
besiege Newport every year, who keep to 
themselves, who set the fashion, and are, 
in fact, “society.” Mrs. Fairfax had 
never quite belonged to the four hundred; 
at most she was the four-hundred-and- 
first. That state of things was about to 
change. Thanks to this superb mansion, 


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Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 


situated in just the right spot, where she 
would receive, where her daughter, who 
was going to Newport for the first time 
since making her debut, would certainly 
eclipse the daughters of other mothers, 
her success was not doubtful. 

Watering-place life on the coast, in the 
United States, bears not the slightest 
resemblance to the idea we get of it at 
Dieppe or Trouville, not to mention the 
adorable little nooks where families go 
to take their ease during the vacations. 
At Newport the magnificent beach is 
empty, or nearly so. Children do not 
play there, nor do women install them- 
selves with books or embroidery. That 
is not “ the thing.” In the land of liberty, 
social tyranny is a tyranny which one 
does not discuss. 

In the morning one goes to the Casino, 
a building as big as it is ugly, at a little 
distance from the sea. Women, already 
in full dress, establish themselves in 


“ An American for Exportation .” 37 

sympathetic groups around an immense 
interior court, a sort of patio. There is a 
garden, also, for lawn-tennis or croquet 
players. But, in general, nobody does 
anything; one looks, one criticises, one 
takes care not to allow one’s self to be 
approached too closely by men or women 
whom one ought not to know. It is not 
very amusing; but it is what one ought 
to do, it is the thing. In the evening 
there is dancing at the Casino. These 
are not mere unimportant hops, but 
real balls, with great luxury and superb 
and incessantly renewed toilettes. One 
of the greatest difficulties at Newport or 
at Saratoga is to find space enough for 
the innumerable trunks brought by the 
fair visitors. 

One morning, therefore, Mrs. and Miss 
Fairfax, surrounded by a few intimate 
friends, were at their post, while Mile. 
Durand, seated at a little distance, watched 
the sport of her two pupils. 


38 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

“Look,” exclaimed Nannie, “our gov- 
erness has found an admirer. He is not 
very bad-looking. One would think he is 
talking French.” 

A young man, fashionable enough, 
although dressed somewhat more care- 
lessly than the majority of young Ameri- 
cans, girded up in their buttoned vests, 
had, in fact, stopped for an instant, and 
was chatting with Mile. Durand. Presently 
he bowed and went away. He looked as 
if he were rather bored, and seemed not 
to know anybody. 

A few minutes later, Mile. Durand 
came up to Nannie and said to her with a 
slight smile: 

“I told you beforehand that the Mar- 
quis de Sainbrillat would be polite, but 
not more than polite, to his sister’s former 
governess.” 

“Was that the marquis? And you did 
not present him? ” said Mrs. Fairfax, in 
a tone of great annoyance. 


* * An American for Exportation .’ ’ 39 

“I could not permit myself to do so, 
madame. But M. de Sainbrillat is going 
to the ball this evening with a friend, 
Mr. Lawrence — whom I think you know. 
The presentation will take place in the 
usual way.” 

All day long, Nannie scoffed at her 
mother’s over-excitement with the ab- 
solute unconstraint which characterizes 
young America. 

In the privacy of her own soul, Mrs. 
Fairfax was profoundly humiliated by 
what her daughter called their “misgo,” 
their “four” in Paris. Plainly she had 
maneuvered unskilfully. She and her 
daughter had been lost in the crowd. 
The question now was to regain their 
place. The excellent Mrs. Fairfax, who 
was as good as possible, and where other 
things were concerned, perfectly judicious, 
had been bitten by the craze for grandeur, 
the adoration of titles, more than the 
majority of her countrywomen — and that 


40 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

is saying a great deal. To hear her 
daughter called “ princess” like that minx 
of a Bostonian who lived next door and 
refused to know them, or duchess, or 
even marquise! Could human felicity go 
further? She did not want for a son-in- 
law a simple Mr. So-and-so, and she 
found it difficult to forgive her husband 
for recalling them before the mellifluous 
title had been found. But here, since the 
mountain could not go to Mahomet, 
Mahomet had come to the mountain! 
All the same, what a good notion it had 
been to take a house at Newport! 

“Miss Fairfax, will you allow me to 
present the Marquis de Sainbrillat? He 
remembers having met you two years ago 
in an American salon at Paris.” 

A vague bow on the part of the young 
girl, a half smile, a name inscribed on a 
dancing card already very full. Nothing 
else. 


1 1 An American for Exportation . ” 41 

In this brief moment when each had 
preserved an attitude absolutely correct, 
even cool, they had had the time to say 
to themselves: “ There is the future 
Marquise de Sainbrillat. She is really 
pretty.” And: “ Curious that there 
should be so little difference between a 
marquis and the first comer who asked 
me to dance. He is certainly not bad- 
looking.” And, carried off by her partner 
in the waltz, she vanished in the crowd. 
He, presented to another young girl by 
his faithful friend, Lawrence, played the 
amiable to her. Comparing her with 
Nannie, he thought her almost ugly, as 
common as possible with her exaggerated 
toilette and her strident voice. He knew 
that she came from San Francisco, and 
that her father, a workman twenty years 
before, was incredibly rich. She dis- 
played a naive audacity toward him, 
striving to engross his attention, and 
talking at random. He was very well 


42 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

pleased when the waltz was over and she 
was carried off by another partner. For 
him, he went and sat down in a corner 
and looked at the scene so new to him, 
seeking in every direction the lovely 
profile of Miss Fairfax. 

Robert de Sainbrillat was thirty years 
old. Launched very early in Parisian 
life, he had not only committed many 
follies but left behind him many illusions. 

Poor among very wealthy people, in 
debt, often humiliated, he had arrived 
at the conclusion that as money is the 
only really powerful thing at present, it 
would be ridiculous not to procure the 
thing if it were possible. The only means 
to obtain it, when one belongs to a certain 
circle, being marriage, it was necessary 
for him to marry as advantageously as he 
could. As this was likewise the opinion 
of persons whom he respected infinitely, 
of his mother whom he adored and who, 
in all other matters, was scrupulously 


1 An American for Exportation .” 43 

delicate, he did not blush in the least at 
his chase after the “big pennies.” 
Through the force of circumstances, this 
chase had dollars for its object, and dollars 
were worth more than big pennies. As 
to the way in which this hunt had been 
organized, the intelligent puffing of the 
American journals, the funds placed at 
his disposal by his brother-in-law the 
baron, he did not disturb himself at all. 
These details did not concern him in the 
least. What had annoyed him, for ex- 
ample, were the preliminaries of his presen- 
tation to Miss Fairfax, the tiresome weeks 
spent in New York, where he knew 
scarcely any one; the necessity of being 
particular about his conduct, for he knew 
America well enough to be certain that the 
slightest scandal would close all doors 
against him. 

By a division of consciousness which is 
not infrequent, this young man who had 
no scruples about the trade of a dowry- 


44 


Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 


hunter, was very capable of good senti- 
ments and even of generosity; he was 
faithful to his friends, obliging, in a word, 
“a good fellow.” Moreover, he was good- 
humored, excellent company, and very 
much petted in the circles he frequented. 
Although rather too pale, too thin, too 
narrow-shouldered, he was nevertheless 
good-looking; his eyes did not lack 
vivacity and his small upward curling 
mustaches gave him a look of Henri trois 
which sufficiently specialized him. Be- 
sides, he knew how to wear a dress-coat, 
a slight detail not without its importance 
in the case of a marriageable young 
man. 

As soon as his turn came, the marquis 
offered his arm to Miss Fairfax, and 
they walked up and down the ballroom 
while awaiting the prelude to their waltz. 
The marquis had observed that during 
the interval between dances the young 
girls were by no means deposited at the 


‘ 1 An American for Exportation. ” 45 

side of their mothers like bundles which 
one is in haste to get rid of. Nannie 
was charming; she was slightly flushed, 
and she wore a delightful gown of white 
tulle unornamented save by natural roses; 
no young French girl could have been 
more simply dressed. Coming after the 
Californian with her robe of violent red, 
Robert found this exquisite. 

Nannie, knowing but too well what to 
say to this foreigner, looked at him a 
moment and then opened her lips. 

“No, mademoiselle. I entreat you,” 
said Robert softly, “not that question. 
Permit me to reply without having heard 
it. I like your country very much — it is 
admirable; in studying it, I recognize its 
immense superiority over the Old World. 
Now that I have paid my tribute of admira- 
tion, let us talk of something else, will 
you? Consider that, within the last month, 
I have made the same profession of faith 
on nineteen hundred different occasions. 


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Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 


The negro barber at my hotel must be 
reckoned among the nineteen hundred 
patriots.” 

Nannie laughed gayly. The ice was 
broken. 

“In spite of your enthusiasm for my 
country, you looked extremely bored this 
morning, M. de Sainbrillat.” 

“I had not then had the honor of being 
presented to you, mademoiselle.” 

“Ah! Among us, it is necessary to be 
well and properly presented. You see, 
we are a trifle suspicious. There was an 
Italian duke who made quite a sensa'ion 
here some years ago; he was entertained, 
invited, made much of — and then it was 
discovered one fine day that he was 
merely a stylish valet-de-chambre who had 
appropriated both the clothes of his 
master and his title.” 

“Be easy, mademoiselle — I have stolen 
nothing. The fashionable society of New- 
port is satisfied now, since my sister’s 


1 1 An American for Exportation .” 47 


former governess has recognized me. It 
is very flattering.” 

“ What could you expect? The journals 
have been puffing you as if you were 
the son of a pretender to the throne. 
That rouses a certain suspicion in prudent 
people.” 

“And not unreasonably. I have often 
wondered why the newspapers paid so 
much attention to my very unimportant 
self. There was a Herald reporter on 
board and it amused me to talk with 
him. He was a very clever fellow. I 
have always fancied that he was making 
‘copy* out of me, for lack of anything 
better. That is quite sufficient to make 
the reputation of a toothpowder or a 
Parisian.” 

This was said with such simplicity, 
with such an easy grace, that to doubt 
the veracity of the marquis would have 
been impossible. Nannie, however, was 
very clear-sighted, and she desired further 


48 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

information. Like many of her compa- 
triots, she had a mania for putting 
precise questions, for giving home- 
thrusts: 

“I have lived in Paris a little; I was 
educated, in part, at least, in France. 
So I know how Parisians, those belonging 
to a certain set especially, adore the 
boulevard. What a droll idea it was for 
you to quit your dear asphalt to study 
our republican manners, when you have 
a Republic of your own!” 

“Oh! such a little one!” 

Then he reflected: “Upon my word, I 
believe she is catechising me.” And he 
added very tranquilly: 

“It was not merely to hunt the bison 
that I came to America. My family and 
my friends advised me to travel; a stupid 
duel — fortunately with no worse result 
than a scratch — had made me talked 
about. I had always desired to see the 
United States; instead of going to Switzer- 


“ An American for Exportation .” 49 

land for the summer I sailed for New 
York — and here I am.” 

He had a very cheerful, very unaffected 
smile, and Nannie smiled in return. 
Decidedly, he pleased her. 

“Did you know many of my country- 
women in Paris?” 

“A certain number; I always sought 
them, they dance so well! Besides, you 
are aware, mademoiselle, that the Ameri- 
can girl is very much the style with us. 
Our modern young girls pique themselves 
on resembling you.” 

“I know,” said Nannie, maliciously. 
“Every time I saw a particularly ill-bred 
French girl, with vile manners and talking 
loud, some one took care to say to me: 
‘She is very American/ I was presented 
to one of those charming persons; she 
stared me out of countenance, and then 
calmly turned her back on me.” 

“Ah! do not judge our young girls by 
such a villainous specimen,” 


50 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

“Have no fear of it. I know charming 
ones. It is just the same as if you should 
judge us by certain insupportable, loud- 
voiced Americans whom one meets when 
traveling, and who try to make every- 
body give way to them. There, like that 
one who just ran against us. That is the 
American girl for exportation.” 

The “American for exportation” was 
none other than the flamboyant Califor- 
nian. 

After a few turns in the waltz, the 
young people stopped by a common 
impulse and began to chat again. 

“Will you take pity on me, mademoi- 
selle, and guide me a little in this society 
so new to me?” 

“Certainly, with great pleasure, al- 
though I am not a very experienced pilot. ” 

“I have been told that it is of the first 
importance to enter only certain circles. 
A shake-hands given to the wrong person 
is enough to ruin a man with you.” 


“ An American for Exportation 51 

“I should think so! To know any- 
body who is not thoroughly ‘ in society * — 
why, you might better commit a little 
crime.” 

“Even though I told you that a for- 
eigner models himself on your democratic 
manners ! ” 

“Do not be sarcastic. It is very 
serious. In America, one may commit a 
hundred incongruities a day without ever 
suspecting it. For example, to cross a 
street on the bias, instead of walking to 
the end of the pavement; to carry your 
handkerchief in your hand, through pure 
thoughtlessness, in the street; to ask for 
the second joint of a fowl instead of 
saying ‘ dark meat * ; to walk where you 
ought not to walk, or not to show your- 
self where you ought to be seen. On 
Sundays, for instance, after divine service, 
at which you must piously be present, 
people promenade the Cliff Walk in their 
very best clothes. It is a Longchamps 


52 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

defile, only, not on horseback. The horses 
keep Sunday here, and remain religiously 
in their stables. Oh! it is very com- 
plicated, very difficult. There ought to 
be a course in worldliness to follow that 
in philosophy. The only hard thing 
would be to keep up with it. What is 
the correct thing here one year is not so 
the next; new regulations, just as impera- 
tive, are coming up every day. What I 
tell you is true, at this moment; I will 
not promise you that it will be so six 
months from now.” 

“But what a Chinese puzzle your 
etiquette must be!” 

“I should think so! That is what 
makes us grow old so fast. There is good 
reason for it.” 

“Point out to me, I beg you, the 
persons whom I ought to avoid. That 
lady over there, for example, so austerely 
dressed and looking so very glum?” 

“Ah! what a mistake to make! That 


“ An American for Exportation 53 

person! Why that is the woman in all 
Newport that I am most anxious to 
know, and I shall never succeed. That 
is the cream of the cream; that is the 
princess.” 

‘ ‘ What ? a princess ? ” 

“ Why, yes; she is from Boston, Boston 
the unapproachable, and the very flower 
of Boston, into the bargain! She married 
the Prince de Pierle, about fifteen years 
ago; she is spending the summer here 
with her mother, who is old and out of 
health. They have the cottage next to 
ours, and whenever we happen to meet, 
they are always looking at something 
over our heads which prevents them 
from noticing our presence.” 

“Then, there are people who refuse to 
know you, just as — ” 

“As there are those whom I do not bow 
to. Precisely.” 

“And you call yourselves republi-’ 
cans? ” 


54 Marquis de Sairibrillat Seeks 

“One thing does not prevent the other. 
Politically, in theory, my chambermaid is 
my equal. In reality, I pay her wages 
and do not invite her to my table / 7 

“But that young person in red, the 
American for exportation ?” 

“Loulou Smith? I beg you to believe 
that I would sooner invite my chamber- 
maid to my table than that girl, who has 
more millions than she can count on the 
fingers of her right hand. Millions of 
dollars, naturally / 7 

Marquis Robert turned almost giddy. 
That meant twenty-five millions of francs. 
Few things escaped Nannie, and she 
caught as it were the reflection of that 
giddiness. However, the young man re- 
covered himself in a moment, and Miss 
Fairfax wondered afterward if she had 
really seen anything. 

Their promenade brought them near the 
inaccessible princess. She was a woman 
still young, but so thin, so faded, so 


‘ ‘ An American for Exportation. ” 55 

absolutely devoid of expression, that it 
was not easy to fancy that she had ever 
been young and fair. And yet she had 
once been famous for her beauty. She 
was still very distinguished in appearance 
and admirably dressed, but severely and 
in black, making a spot in this assembly 
where colors of every shade blended in 
confusion. 

“I had a slight acquaintance with the 
Prince de Pierle. He was rather a bad 
lot” 

“That does not surprise me,” said the 
American girl with great calmness; “a 
man who marries a woman for her money 
is generally a wretch.” 

At this moment the young girl was 
claimed by another dancer; but, at the 
urgent entreaty of the marquis, she 
allowed him to write his name once more 
on her card. 

“By-and-by I will present you to 
mamma,” said she. “We give a garden- 


56 Marquis de Sainbrillat Seeks 

party to-morrow, and I want her to in- 
vite you.” 

When Mrs. and Miss Fairfax left the 
ball, Nannie gave her mother a good 
mark. 

“You were perfect, mamma. You see, 
I was afraid you would show too much 
eagerness, you have such a weakness for 
titles. But no, you were just amiable, 
and nothing more.” 

“You flatter me. Young girls nowa- 
days are very indulgent to their parents. 
He looks very well, you know, this mar- 
quis.” 

“He is not so very bad; narrow in the 
shoulders, though; he could not stand up 
long in a good boxing match. There will 
be a crowd to-morrow; all Newport knows 
that he is coming, and you saw yourself 
that before the ball was over everybody 
wanted to know him. I launched him. 
He will have a howling success among 
our young people — all the more that 


“ An American for Exportation 57 

men dancers are not plenty. Loulou 
Smith herself sat out several dances. 
That pleased me!” 

Nannie, who never “sat out” was not 
usually ferocious; but she did. not love 
Miss Loulou Smith's red gowns. 


CHAPTER IV. 


A DANCE TO MADEMOISELLE^ MUSIC. 

The next day, Mile. Durand wap study- 
ing through her closed window-blinds the 
animated and very charming spectacle 
presented by the garden of Mrs. Fairfax. 
But it was not the sight of the fashionable 
women in fresh toilettes and of the fash- 
ionable men who were paying court to 
them, which delighted the French gov- 
erness. Her eyes followed Marquis Robert 
approvingly, and an enigmatic smile neyer 
left her thin lips. There she was, relegated 
to her corner, not even dreaming of 
mingling with those fortunate beings, and 
yet feeling herself far above them all, 
much more intelligent, infinitely superior; 
she said to herself with inward satisfaction: 

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A Dance to Mademoiselle's Music. 59 


“And yet it is I who pull the strings of 
all those puppets!” And then, having 
remarked that the Marquis de Sainbrillat, 
with perfect tact, made no parade of 
exaggerated attention to Nannie, that he 
was exquisitely polite to elderly women, 
and was the mark at which all the young 
women were aiming, Mile. Durand sat 
down at her desk and commenced a letter 
with these words: 

“ All is going well, madame la marquise.” 

All was going well, in truth. After a 
time of trial in New York, Robert found 
the new life that was opening before him 
delightful. He adored luxury. He felt 
as if he were in his stall at the Vaudeville 
or the Gymnase, admiring the actresses, 
each of whom was seeking to surpass all 
others in the cut of her gown and the 
iridescence of her silks and satins. True, 
many of these women were too elegant, 
made too great a display for a daylight 
party, under a June sky, in the soft, some- 


60 A Dance to Mademoiselle' 1 s Music . 


what enervating air of Newport; but the 
spectacle was none the less delightful 
to the eye on that account. It pleased 
him, nevertheless, that Nannie wore a 
white woolen gown, which, if it betrayed 
the hand of a skilful artist, was still very 
simple, and trimmed merely with a little 
gilt braid; a large white straw hat, 
adorned with a little gold thread which 
reminded one of the trimming of the 
dress, completed a toilette which was 
undoubtedly the most simple of all in 
the assembly. The marquis thought the 
young girl still prettier than on the 
previous evening. He even felt quite 
disposed to fall in love with her. As for 
that, the difficulty with him was not in 
falling in love, but in remaining there. 

Hence, as Nannie had predicted, the 
Parisian had areal success. Like children 
who prefer to play with the toys of others, 
American women, who have no titles in 
their own country, delight in playing with 


A Dance to Mademoiselle's Music. 61 


foreign ones. Nannie usually said M. de 
Sainbrillat; her friends gave him the 
“ marquis,” or rivaled each other with 
“ monsieur le marquis.” Those who did 
not speak French, and to whom Robert 
rattled off glibly half a dozen phrases of 
bad English, translated the title and 
called, him marquess. One of these young 
girls, in the expansiveness of her enthusi- 
astic nature, declared to her friend 
Nannie that the Frenchman was just 
lovely ! To that young person this seemed 
a trifle exaggerated; but at heart she was 
flattered by the success of him who was 
already called “ Nannie Fairfax’s mar- 
quis.” 

A garden-party, when one has looked 
all about one, when a few fanatics have 
begun playing croquet, when one has 
gone several times to the buffet — that 
of Mrs. Fairfax, installed under a large 
tent, was almost too well supplied — begins 
to languish. The very pretty garden was 


62 A Dance to Mademoiselle' 1 s Music. 

somewhat too small for the crowd which 
thronged it; in the end, people began to 
feel bored. 

In the adjoining garden, separated from 
that of Mrs. Fairfax merely by a hedge 
and a few scattered trees, the Princess de 
Pierle, as usual severely costumed in a 
gray gown without trimming, was reading 
to her mother, a poor invalid extended on 
a couch. The strident noise of the Ameri- 
can voices disturbed this austere person. 
Now and then she adjusted an eyeglass 
and glanced haughtily at the struggling 
crowd of men and women who fancied 
they were enjoying themselves. Once, 
while chatting with the marquis, Nannie 
felt this cold regard weigh upon her; she 
shivered slightly ; it seemed as if this 
sad and haughty woman were casting a 
chill shadow upon her young happiness. 
But Nannie was not a coward; she gave 
back glance for glance, pride for pride, 
and Mme. de Pierle was the first to lower 


A Dance to Mademoiselle's Music. 63 


her eyes. The marquis noticed a change 
come over the expressive countenance 
of the young girl; he merely thought that 
the ennui he was himself beginning to 
experience was gaining upon her as well. 

“ Mademoiselle, would you not like to 
take the stiffness out of all these people 
who can find nothing more to say? When 
tongues grow stiff, legs must be put in 
motion. Let us improvise a dance.” 

“What a good idea! Only, Monsieur 
de Sainbrillat, you have just committed 
an enormity. You said ‘legs/ as if we 
had any ‘legs’ in America!” 

“What is it, then, that you trip about 
so nicely on?” They began to laugh 
gayly. But the young girl came to a 
sudden pause. 

“And the music?” said she. “It would 
take too long to send for violins.” 

“Well! What do you do with Mile. 
Durand? She plays Strauss’s waltzes 
admirably. She made us dance finely at 


64 A Dance to Mademoiselle's Music. 


the house. We put our governess into 
all the sauces.” 

“I know.” 

“A h! Did she tell you anything very 
bad about us? I can assure you, never- 
theless, mademoiselle, that we are not 
monsters.” 

But Nannie had run off. She came 
unexpectedly upon Mile. Durand, who 
had not time to draw a blank sheet over 
the page she was writing. 

“ Mademoiselle, will you be an angel?” 

“That is to say, Nannie, that you are 
going to impose an unpleasant task on 
me.” 

“Exactly. Our garden-party is becom- 
ing tiresome. The marquis has proposed 
a dance, and — ” 

“And it is I who must make you dance? ” 

“How intelligent you are, mademoiselle! 
That will not tire you more than writing. 
You can make literature of it — unless you 
are writing your memoirs.” 


A Dance to Mademoiselle's Music. 65 


“My memoirs, which would be chiefly 
the memoirs of others, will not lack 
piquancy, I can assure you. You will 
occupy a fine place in them.” 

“How amusing that will be! Write 
them, and read them to me, I beg of you.” 

“Meanwhile, let me slip on a suitable 
gown. I will follow you in five minutes.” 

When the young girl had departed, still 
running, the governess said to herself : 
“All the same, I will lock the door next 
time. She would only have had to cast 
her eyes for an instant — her eyes see 
everything! — and it would have been all 
up with my castles in Spain. She is not 
without pride, the little savage.” 


CHAPTER V. 

THE PRINCESS WARNS NANNIE. 

The success of the Marquis de Sain- 
brillat in Newport society was beyond 
dispute a few weeks later. People 
snatched him away from one another. 
No country party, no ball, no reunion of 
any description would have succeeded 
without the presence of the young French- 
man. His unaffected kindliness, his ani- 
mation, his smiling gaiety, all were 
applauded. Moreover, he had quickly 
accommodated himself to American habits. 
None of their own countrymen treated 
young girls with more chivalrous respect. 
He knew how to accompany with a 
charmingly turned compliment the flowers 
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The Princess Warns Nannie. 


67 


which he sent them in perfectly impartial 
rotation. He caracoled, he wheeled and 
pranced his excellent hired steed at the 
side of the young horsewomen. He 
gave to right and left, like a great lord, 
to every charitable collection, and spent 
his brother-in-law’s money with a grace 
that was superb. On Sundays he punc- 
tually attended as far as the door of the 
temple which his principles forbade him 
to enter, the pretty devotees whose 
religion was a religion adorned, clothed 
by Worth or by Doucet. He went oftenest 
with Miss Fairfax, carrying her prayer- 
book and accommodating his pace to hers. 
Sometimes, however, he offered his homage 
to another beauty, and then people talked 
about it. Nannie, always surrounded, 
never appeared to notice this desertion; 
gay and gracious, she seemed to ask 
nothing from life but sunlight and the 
smiles of those who looked at her. At 
heart she was convinced that the atten- 


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The Princess Warns Nannie. 


tions of the young Parisian were none the 
less significant for being discreet. When 
he spoke to her, even on indifferent 
matters, his voice assumed tender, caress- 
ing inflections. Evidently, he was very 
deeply smitten. 

And she? 

She did not like to ask herself that 
question. Ill at ease, she was defending 
herself. She was well pleased with her 
life as a young girl; she was so happy, 
so petted, that she was fain to retain her 
haughty liberty awhile longer. Her mother, 
amazed at seeing her dream realized in 
this manner, had not the slightest doubt 
that Nannie was as much in love with the 
attractive foreigner as he seemed to be 
with her. Probably he would make his 
declaration before they left Newport. 
Already her fancy depicted the superb 
wedding she would arrange in Chicago; 
she enjoyed in advance the comments of 
the newspapers which would describe the 


The Princess Warns Nannie. 


69 


bridal presents, the trousseau, and espe- 
cially the beauty of the bride. 

She could hear herself saying to all and 
sundry: “My daughter, the Marquise de 
Sainbrillat.” The difference of religions 
rather annoyed her; but on the whole, 
mixed marriages sometimes turned out 
very well; besides, that could be con- 
sidered afterward. Certainly, she had too 
much respect for individual liberty to 
seek to influence her daughter’s decisions. 
But there are indirect ways of exerting 
influence. She was incessant in her 
praises of the marquis, to whom she was 
charmingly attentive. In her private con- 
versations with Nannie she talked of the 
future as if it were already a settled thing. 
Mile. Durand, thanks to her relations 
with the Sainbrillat family, became a 
very important personage in the house; 
she was consulted and treated with even 
more respect than formerly. This mali- 
cious person was infinitely amused. As 


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The Princess Warns Nannie. 


to the marquis, he never failed to inquire 
ceremoniously about her health, nor she 
to make an equally ceremonious reply. 
Occasionally, however, between these 
words which everybody could hear, there 
slipped swiftly a bit of whispered advice 
to which he religiously attended and by 
which he profited. 

And yet, the summer months glided by 
in the gilded monotony of Newport, and 
the marquis made no progress. Always 
charming, evidently smitten, there were 
days when he seemed to be trying to tear 
himself away from a presence that was too 
dear; when he appeared to be paying 
almost as much attention to Loulou 
Smith, for example, as to Nannie. On 
one occasion, Mrs. Fairfax, greatly annoyed 
by his refusal to come to dinner on the 
pretext of a previous invitation, expressed 
herself with a little sharpness concerning 
this intermittent lover. Mile. Durand, 
who was in a corner with her em- 


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broidery, said quietly, without lifting 
her eyes: 

“Consider, madame, that the Marquis 
de Sainbrillat is not very rich, and that 
dowry-hunters are numerous in both the 
Old World and the New, and that Nannie 
would be a desirable prey for them. I 
have told you plainly that under his 
apparent worldliness, Marquis Robert has 
a very haughty spirit.” 

And this refusal to dine at the house of 
Mrs. Fairfax advanced Robert’s affair 
more than the most assiduous attentions 
could have done. 

At last, the day of departure was 
named. Mr. Fairfax, whom his busi- 
ness detained in Chicago, had visited 
Newport very infrequently. The mar- 
quis did not please him. He wanted 
a son-in-law whose language he could 
speak, and whose career he knew all 
about. 

This Frenchman, who was said to have 


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come to hunt on the prairies, and who 
was playing the fine fellow in the midst 
of vain and idle women, must himself 
be vain and idle. However, he was too 
absolutely an American not to leave his 
daughter the most absolute freedom; her 
marriage was her own affair; if she should 
not marry at all he would have felt a secret 
satisfaction, for he loved her animation, 
her gay and candid temper, and the pater- 
nal residence would be very desolate 
without Nannie. In any case, that con- 
cerned herself. But he made it per- 
fectly plain that whoever married Nannie 
would marry her for herself; that he 
reserved it to himself to give Nannie 
whatever he chose; that as to a dowry 
settled in advance, there was not the 
slightest reason to anticipate it. His 
wife’s remarks concerning European cus- 
toms in the matter had no effect upon 
him. He urged their return to Chicago, 
where he longed to see the house once 


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more full of life after the long silence of 
summer. 

For that matter, everybody was going 
away; the Princess de Pierle and her 
mother like the others. One morning 
Nannie saw the princess, in a traveling 
dress, walking slowly in the garden, as if 
taking leave of it, while the men servants 
were cording the trunks. The young girl 
was amazed when the princess stopped 
near the hedge and said to her: 

“'Miss Fairfax, will you give me the 
pleasure of chatting with you a few 
moments?” 

Nannie, merely bowing, entered the 
adjoining garden and sat down on a bench 
near Mme. de Pierle. Throughout the 
entire season her ambition, like that of 
her mother, had been to make the acquaint- 
ance of the inaccessible Bostonian, and 
now that the latter spoke to her in her 
gentle voice, she experienced more agita- 
tion than pleasure. 


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The princess had often been praised for 
her exquisite voice; people constantly 
quoted, with reference to her, the 
line : 

“Her voice was ever gentle, soft and 
low; an excellent thing in woman.” 

Naturally, the voice grew lower with 
each new compliment. Now it was hardly 
more than an audible breath. Nannie, 
accustomed to the loud and strident 
accents of her companions, had to incline 
her head to hear this silvery murmur. 
The princess no longer made gestures; 
her extremely thin hands, overburdened 
with rings — it was the only mark of bad 
taste of which this distinguished woman 
could be accused — were lightly crossed 
and remained motionless. 

“You must have been very much sur- 
prised, mademoiselle, at my calling you. 
I had no right to do so, since I am a mere 
stranger. I am going away presently, 
and we shall doubtless never meet again. 


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But something that is stronger than my 
will forces me to speak.” 

“I thank you, madame, whatever may 
be your motive. From you I expect 
nothing but what is good to listen to.” 

The ghost of a smile flitted across the 
pale lips of Mme. de Pierle, and she looked 
frankly at the young girl. Nannie saw 
then that her eyes were still wonderfully 
beautiful, and that an expression of 
infinite kindness and compassion lay 
hidden in their depths. 

“Miss Fairfax, you are very pretty, 
very fresh, very glad to be alive. You 
seem to me the incarnation of what is 
best in our race: frankness, energy, ful- 
ness of life. That is why a great com- 
passion has come over me in looking at 
you.” 

“Madame!” 

“I know I have no right to say to you: 
‘Be on your guard !' But, my child, 
permit me to tell you my story. Oh! do 


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not be alarmed, it shall be in very few 
words; at bottom, my history is very 
simple. I was about your age, I was 
going forward into life with your own 
fine courage. It seemed very natural to 
me to marry a great noble, for I felt my- 
self in every respect his equal. On return- 
ing from our wedding journey, my hus- 
band said to me in nearly these words: 
‘ Madame, you have bought my title with 
your money; it is yours. But that is 
the extent of the bargain. My friends 
are not anxious to receive you, nor am I 
anxious to present you to them. You do 
not form part of our society and nothing 
could enable you to do so. I resume my 
liberty. You have a house in Paris and 
a chateau in the country; I advise you to 
remain in the country as much as pos- 
sible/ I did not resign myself at once. 
When I had a son — he is dead now — I 
hoped through him to regain the place 
which was my due. In fact, I was 


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received in several salons — as a foreigner. 
My husband parading his contempt for a 
woman who, as he said, was not “'to the 
manner born,” the others did not feel 
bound to admit me into their ranks. 
He committed other faults against me of 
which I will not speak. The struggle 
lasted for several years; it was too much 
for me, and I gave it up. I had lost my 
former friends, who had been carefully 
discarded at the time of my marriage. 
Hence I was alone, and alone I have 
remained. I assure you, Miss Fairfax, 
that this life of isolation in the midst of a 
crowd is a very torture.” 

“But, madame, why do you tell these 
painful things to me?” 

“You know why. A foreigner, a man 
who is neither of your country nor your 
social circle, is paying court to you — the 
prince also pretended to be a lover. He 
came to America expressly in search of 
the fortune which he could not find at 


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home, your own possibly, guided in his 
search by precise information. Your 
mother is crazy about his title; you are 
very much tempted. If you care for 
your happiness, marry a Smith, a Brown, 
no matter whom, provided he loves you 
sincerely, with all his soul and strength, 
and would be proud to call you his! But 
do not marry the Marquis Robert de Sain- 
brillat.” 

“ Do you know him, princess? Do you 
know anything wrong in him?” 

“No, I do not know him. Only, I 
sometimes see his name in certain journals; 
the set he lives in indicates sufficiently the 
style of his life. I also know that he has 
many debts.” 

“But, after all,” cried Nannie, “all 
marriages between Frenchmen and Amer- 
ican girls do not turn out like yours.” 

“That is true. Few men are so abomi- 
nable as my husband. Mine is an extreme 
case. There is a sort of imitation happi- 


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ness even in marriages contracted through 
interest on one side and vanity on the 
other. There is real happiness in certain 
marriages where there are neither titles 
nor great fortunes; where the union is 
absolute, in spite of differences of nation- 
ality. But such cases are rare. In this 
life one ought never to count upon excep- 
tions.” 

There was a brief silence. Nannie 
could not speak; nor could she be certain 
whether it were indignation or gratitude 
which stifled her. She felt as if she 
had been suddenly shown a precipice on 
whose edge she had been walking unaware. 
The princess rose. The carriage was wait- 
ing for her; her mother must be ready. 

“I could not go away without saying 
what I have just said. Probably it will 
be of no use, since it is probably too late. 
But, at any rate, my conscience is clear. 
Adieu, Miss Fairfax.” 

Nannie looked at the sorrowful face, 


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faded before the time, and yet still beau- 
tiful; and she knew that the poor woman 
had spoken truly, that her life was a long 
suffering. Tears sprang to the young 
girl’s eyes, and obeying her impulsive 
nature, Nannie exclaimed: 

“"Will you permit me to embrace you?” 

The Bostonian was willing to overlook 
this vehemence of the child of the prairies, 
and graciously allowed herself to be 
embraced. Then, as she was turning 
away, she said: 

“ Reflect on it — I entreat you to reflect.” 

The marquis could not understand the 
rather cool reception which awaited him 
at the “cottage.” Nannie did not under- 
stand the art of appearing gay when she 
felt sad — which seldom happened — nor of 
looking any part she did not feel. Her 
social education was very incomplete. 

They were to go away the next day. 
Robert was paying his farewell call. 
Under the pretext of telling Mile. Durand 


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some news, he remained a short time 
beside her. Then, with perfect politeness, 
he bade good-by to Mrs. and Miss Fairfax. 
As for him, he was going to Maryland 
with his friend Lawrence to shoot canvas- 
back ducks. If he were not recalled to 
France, he would continue his travels in 
this very interesting country, and natu- 
rally, Chicago would not be omitted from 
his itinerary. He would then have the 
great pleasure of seeing his friends once 
more — if they would permit him to call 
them so. In any case, he would never 
forget the charming hospitality which had 
been accorded to him, a foreigner. 

And that was all. 

The return to Chicago was not at all 
gay. Mrs. Fairfax, usually very even- 
tempered and gentle, flew into a bad 
humor several times and made things 
rather unpleasant for those around her. 
Nannie, very silent, was thinking. She 
told herself that the princess might have 


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spared her advice. Marquis Robert was 
not seeking her dollars. Mile. Durand, 
on the other hand, was in a truly angelic 
temper. 


CHAPTER VI. 

A STRUGGLE *TWIXT HEART AND REASON. 

Six weeks elapsed without word from 
the marquis. From time to time the 
journals mentioned his doings and say- 
ings, but with less exuberance than on 
his arrival. Nannie, who usually pro- 
fessed much scorn for the public press, now 
studied the newspapers rather assiduously. 
Mile. Durand discreetly said as much to 
Mrs. Fairfax; she added: 

“Do you not think, madame, that 
Nannie has been rather pale of late? 
She is certainly not in such fine condition 
as she was in Newport.” 

This was translated as follows by Mrs. 
Fairfax in a subsequent conjugal con- 
versation: 


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84 A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason. 

“I do not wish to see my daughter die 
of love!” 

To which her husband very judiciously 
and calmly replied: 

“We could hardly ask this monsieur to 
be so kind as to marry Nannie. As to 
dying, she has several times asked me for 
another slice of roast berf, and I think 
there is no imminent danger.” 

Mrs. Fairfax was almost displeased 
with her daughter’s good appetite, which 
nothing impaired. Nannie was not at all 
etherial; the healthy vigor of her twenty 
years manifested itself not merely in her 
love of movement, of dancing, and sport, 
but also at table. The generation of 
young misses who drank vinegar to lose 
flesh and devoured cakes between meals, 
in order to seem to make an appearance 
at the latter for form’s sake only, is 
happily passed away. 

And yet, it was plain that the young 
girl was less cheerful than formerly. 


A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason . 85 

One October morning, the fine weather 
decided Nannie to take a walk. As 
usual, she turned toward the park. If 
Jack Grant had met her this time, he 
would not have complimented her on her 
laugh. She was thoughtful, and walked 
beside the lake with measured steps. 
True, the season was not the same. It 
was autumn, that red and gold autumn 
which is so marvelously beautiful in 
the New World. The brilliancy of the 
sunlight sifted through a slight haze; 
nevertheless the sky was very blue in 
spots, and the air was sweet to breathe. 
But with the golden haze a vague melan- 
choly diffused itself over the lake, like 
a thought of death in the midst of life, 
the forerunner of approaching winter, 
the cold and cruel winter, so full of suf- 
fering for the disinherited of earth. 

She was vaguely admiring the familiar 
spectacle of the trees in the park: the 
brilliant red of the maples, the gold, the 


86 A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason. 

velvety browns, mingled with green, of 
the other trees, when she suddenly stopped 
and felt her heart beat rapidly. The 
marquis, holding out his hands, was 
coming toward her, radiant, changed 
altogether by the joy that showed itself 
in his face. 

“What happiness!” he exclaimed. “I 
arrived last evening. I dared not present 
myself before the usual hour, and here I 
meet you, I see you once more. If you 
knew — ” 

He retained her two hands in his, as if 
he could not master his emotion. Then, 
recovering himself, he said, smiling: 

“ Do not be vexed with me if I forget a 
little of the rigorous etiquette you have 
tried in vain to teach me.” 

“I am not vexed with you,” replied 
Nannie simply. 

If he were not in love, she did not know 
the signs. As for her, sincerely pleased 
to see him again, much flattered by the 


A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason. 87 

admiration so plainly visible in his eyes, 
she nevertheless felt her uneasiness return, 
and recoiled as if in presence of danger. 
And yet his silence, his prolonged absence, 
had annoyed her. After the first moment 
of real emotion, she once more became 
thoughtful. He felt that she was escaping 
him. 

Thereupon, in the most natural way in 
the world, he began describing his travels, 
his hunting expeditions, and vaguely 
hinted of penetrating into the great 
prairies while the fine weather lasted. 

They were now on their way back to 
the house. Nannie seemed unwilling to 
prolong her walk. The mist had dis- 
appeared; the lake was glittering under 
a burning sun which made it very warm. 

“Do you love your lake very much, 
Miss Nannie ?” 

“ Very much. In the first place because 
whatever they may say of our flat land- 
scape, this great lake is beautiful. You 


88 A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason. 

should see it when it is enraged! It is 
superb then; very dangerous, too, for the 
storms here are as sudden as they are 
violent. Then I have always lived near 
my lake; not on the bank as we do now, 
for when I was a child this part of the 
shore was almost deserted, or else covered 
by frightful hovels; but I often walked 
here. One of my first recollections, a 
frightful one, too, is connected with the 
very spot, I think, where we are now 
standing.” 

“May I ask what it is?” 

Nannie stopped for an instant, looking 
at the fine mansions on her right, and 
then on her left at the sparkling sheet of 
water. 

“I do not like much to think of it, 
and, especially, to speak of it. Some- 
times I wonder that my nature is so gay 
when my conscious life opened with such 
a horror. My parents were absent at the 
time of the great fire which destroyed 


A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason. 89 

almost the entire city; they had left me 
in care of my grandmother, who adored 
me. I can still recall her looks distinctly; 
she was still beautiful and very elegant. 
When the fire started on the other side 
of the river, it never occurred to those 
who lived on this side that there could 
be any danger at such a distance. The 
wind was blowing a gale. At last, the 
news reached my grandmother that the 
fire had crossed the river at one bound, 
that the bridges were burning, the streets 
like ribbons of fire, the houses, many of 
which were built of wood, burning like 
matches, others sinking into the incredible 
furnace, and that the fire continued to 
come nearer. 

“She had believed herself in perfect 
safety; her house stood in the middle 
of a large square planted with trees, 
which scarcely pretended to be a garden, 
and which we called a 'yard.' Neverthe- 
less she ordered the carriage to be got 


90 A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason . 

ready, and packed several bundles. The 
frenzied domestics had escaped, taking 
the horses with them. At such a moment, 
when disaster comes with the swiftness of 
lightning, there is no longer either property 
or subordination, nothing — nothing but 
the instincts of the wild beast which 
flies when the woods are afire. Then my 
grandmother took me in her arms and 
ran. It was time. In turning round she 
saw her house burning. She was carried 
along with a crowd. No one knew where 
to go. In every direction there were 
barriers of flame; the intolerable heat 
drove back the human flood. Those who 
were wisest had escaped at the first alarm; 
all the rest found themselves in extreme 
danger. At last, there was no refuge but 
the lake. My grandmother entered the 
water with me in her arms. She was a 
frail woman, in delicate health, and 
accustomed to comfort. She remained 
in the water up to her waist, holding me 


A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart arid Reason . 91 

in such a way for seven hours that I 
was in the water very little; but when 
help arrived she was at the limit of her 
strength in spite of her prodigious energy. 
It seems that neither she nor the others 
who were in the same plight even dreamed 
of weeping or complaining. They were 
watching the city burn. I remember see- 
ing a little girl running on the shore 
whose long yellow hair was afire. I do 
not know whether she was saved. Sparks 
and scorching hot fragments carried by 
the furious wind fell on us and around 
us. Then we would stoop down and let 
the water extinguish the kindling fire. 
People rendered each other these mutual 
services in silence, quite naturally. Each 
of the women surrounding us had tried to 
save something from the disaster. I can 
still see one who stood near us; she 
clutched between her fingers, certainly 
without knowing what it was, a switch of 
false hair. Another had a child's shoe. 


92 A Struggle, ’ Twixt Heart and Reason . 

No one felt surprised at anything. Every- 
thing took place as in a frightful night- 
mar e.” 

Nannie paused, as if haunted by these 
sinister images. 

“‘Forgive me, mademoiselle. I never 
dreamed that you, who always seem to 
me the incarnation of happiness, had 
such sorrowful memories of child- 
hood.” 

“Make no excuses, marquis. Some- 
times it is good to remind one’s self that 
life is not a continual pleasure party. 
My grandmother died a year after the 
fire. She was still young the day before 
it happened, she was old the day after. 
Very few persons, comparatively, perished 
in the fire; many died in consequence of 
the cold, terror, and their moral and 
physical sufferings. In fine, — but let us 
talk of something else, will you? At 
what hour will you call upon us? Mamma 
will be very happy to receive you. I 


A Struggle ’ Twixt Heart and Reason . 93 

think, to be quite honest with you, that 
it has rather annoyed her that you should 
have given us no sign of life. Mamma 
is not always reasonable.” 

She was seeking to recover her gaiety, 
the slightly sarcastic accent which it 
pleased her to affect, but without com- 
plete success. The marquis remained per- 
fectly grave. 

“I am grateful for her annoyance. 
Only, I would not venture to tell her that 
during these long weeks I have been 
struggling with all my might.” 

“Struggling? How so?” 

“'My reason said to me: ‘Go back to 
France/ My heart struggled against it. 
I ought to have listened to my reason, — 
but I was not able. Good-by for the 
present, Miss Nannie. I shall have the 
honor to present myself at your house 
toward three o’clock.” 

And, as if he mortally regretted his 
semi-confidence, he tore himself away 


94 A Struggle 'Twixt Heart and Reason. 

from this too-beloved presence without 
giving Nannie time to question him. 

Somewhat startled, she went into the 
house blushing, half happy, half annoyed. 


CHAPTER VII. 


NANNIE LEARNS THE CORONET MUST BE 
REGILDED. 

People said “Nannie Fairfax’s mar- 
quis ” more than ever. In the fashionable 
set of Chicago as in that of Newport, it 
seemed indisputable that if they were not 
as yet absolutely engaged, still the mar- 
riage of M. de Sainbrillat with Miss Fairfax 
must speedily take place. Nannie’s 
friends, the young men who, though 
possibly not aspirants, had been strongly 
attracted by this charming young girl, 
kept at a marked distance from her in 
their reunions, leaving the marquis full 
liberty to chat or dance with his supposed 
betrothed. This did not displease him, 
but it secretly irritated her. The position 


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was a false one, and she did not know 
how to extricate herself from it. 

She did not clearly understand this 
young man. That he was smitten with 
her, she doubted no more than the others 
did. Since the half avowal in which he 
said he had been vanquished in an in- 
ternal struggle, he no longer concealed his 
wish to be always near her; he allowed 
his future mother-in-law to make much 
of him; he played with his future sisters- 
in-law; with Mr. Fairfax he was polite, 
but somewhat on his guard. 

What disquieted Nannie was a nameless 
method in his advances, something that 
suggested a part learned by heart, though 
very well played. It was a well-planned 
siege, in which each day had its task, a 
bastion to demolish, a step to make in 
advance. Very frank and loyal herself, 
the young girl did not comprehend such 
tactics. If he loved her, why did he not 
say so? Then she would see whether, 


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on her side, she loved him well enough 
to put her hand in his and give him her 
life. Perhaps, after all, if she did not 
experience for the marquis the over- 
whelming passion described by the poets, 
that was doubtless because great pas- 
sions are rare in this rather shabby world 
wherein the little things of life, such as 
dollars and titles, assume immense im- 
portance. 

On his side, Robert enjoyed himself 
less in Chicago than he had in Newport. 
Although it is agreeable to pay court to 
a pretty girl, yet, as an occupation, it 
leaves many a tiresome gap to be filled. 
And the Frenchman hardly knew what 
to do with this spare time. At Newport 
he had met other idlers like himself and 
had somehow managed to “kill time.” 
But in this monster of a city, where there 
is something feverish, something almost 
mad in the human activity displayed; 
where the bustle is so great that one is 


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continually being elbowed out of the 
way; where the men, old and young, 
after a hearty breakfast at eight in the 
morning, rush off to business and do 
not return until evening, tired out but 
contented, he did not find many do- 
nothings to make up a game of poker or a 
riding party into the country. For that 
matter, the country around Chicago is 
desperately flat and offers few attractions 
to cavaliers. The curiosities of Chicago, 
the enormous elevators, the chambers of 
commerce, the pork factories, where the 
hog enters alive at one door and goes out 
ready for the table at another — interesting 
things in themselves, assuredly — left this 
young representative of French nobility a 
trifle cold. Moreover, he stormed against 
the cooking at his hotel and declared that 
a nation which has the best game in the 
world, and the most excellent and abun- 
dant fruit and vegetables, and which 
excels in spoiling everything, thanks to 


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its kitchen ranges, is barbarous. A country 
which knows not how to make sauces and 
which eats its boiled eggs out of a glass 
is a doomed country. 

Whenever he approached Mile. Durand 
with his customary politeness to inquire 
after her health, he murmured in her ear: 

“Ah! but I am bored! Six months of 
cant and American cooking is rather 
rough!” 

“Patience. The father is difficult to 
manage, but in the end he will yield.” 

By which one sees that the conjugal 
conversations, in which Mrs. Fairfax, 
guided by the governess, pleaded the 
cause of the Old World which mistakenly 
cleaves to dowries, and sought to under- 
mine her husband's resistance and extort 
a promise, had as yet accomplished 
nothing. 

One day Nannie met Mile. Durand at the 
foot of the stairs; the latter was just 
going out and held a letter in her hand. 


tore. 


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Seeing Nannie, the governess looked dis- 
turbed, stumbled at the last step, and, 
in catching at the banister, dropped the 
letter. Nannie picked it up and returned 
it to her. 

“What!” she exclaimed in surprise; 
“then you write to Mme. de Sainbrillat? 
I thought you had quarreled with her?” 

Mile. Durand was inwardly enraged at 
her awkwardness, but a misstep on the 
stairs was not the only thing she could 
turn to advantage. She replied with 
great coolness: 

“We are no better friends than of old. 
But, you see, Nannie, in our old France 
parents are curious and anxious. The 
marquis has been unable to conceal from 
his mother, whom he adores, that he has 
found the eighth wonder of the world. 
People pay little attentions to the ex- 
travagances of a lover, especially when 
he is of noble birth and rather poor; in 
that case, every means of information 


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101 


is good. Knowing that her former gover- 
ness is in the same house with the eighth 
wonder, the marquise has done her the 
honor to write to her. The governess has 
replied. You see how simple the thing 
is.” 

“What have you said? May I read 
your letter?” 

“ It would hurt your modesty too much, 
my dear Nannie.” 

Inwardly she added: “Nothing was 
wanting but that!” 

“But, anyway, what did you say?” 

“That you would make the most adora- 
ble of marquises.” 

“Ah!” 

And suddenly Nannie recalled the con- 
fidences of the Princess de Pierle. She 
shivered slightly. 

“Only,” continued Mile. Durand, “I 
know what Mme. de Sainbrillat will reply 
to me : ‘ I do not doubt it ; but the coronet 
of a marquise which my son could offer 


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to your wonder of the New World needs 
regilding badly !"' 

“And,” added Nannie, “it would take 
a great many American dollars to regild 
it. Give and take, then. I see that we 
are not the only commercial nation in the 
world.” 

“What would you have, my dear 
child? You must have money in order 
to live ! Pure love will not pay the 
butcher's and baker's bills, any more 
than those of Worth. You are accus- 
tomed to a great deal of luxury. But 
the marquis can not sell hams for a 
living; besides, he would make a wretched 
merchant.” 

“Then, what keeps him back is fear — ” 

“It is the fear, Nannie, of being con- 
sidered a fortune-hunter. He would like 
to marry you without a cent. But he is 
unwilling to marry without his mother's 
consent.”* 

“There is no danger. Nannie Fairfax 


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would never consent to enter a family 
that would not be proud to receive 
her.” 

“Then, see here, Nannie, your father 
loves you. You would only have to say 
a single word — ” 

“And that word, mademoiselle, I will 
not say.” 

And with that, Nannie turned on her 
heels and walked away, tranquil and 
haughty. 

Mile. Durand watched her depart and 
then returned to add a postscript to her 
letter. 

This little incident made Nannie reflect 
a great deal. The princess had hinted 
that the marquis probably knew very 
well what he proposed to do in the United 
States, and was carrying out a precon- 
ceived plan. 

Suddenly the young girl caught a 
glimpse of the truth. She did not in the 
least believe that this letter which fell by 


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accident from her hands was the first 
that Mile. Durand had written to the 
marquise. Little details recurred to her 
mind. Six months ago the correspond- 
ence of the governess was not nearly 
so voluminous. Since then she had re- 
ceived two or three letters a month. 
Mrs. Fairfax had rallied her about her 
mysterious Paris correspondent — a claim- 
ant for her hand, doubtless — to whom 
she replied at length, shutting herself 
up in her room to do so more at her 
ease. 

Nevertheless, Robert loved her. Good 
an actor as one may be, the sudden light 
in the eyes, the radiant smile at sight of a 
person impatiently expected, can not be 
counterfeited. No sooner did Nannie 
enter a room where he was than he lost 
sight of all but her, he thought of no one 
else, he hung about her. There is a 
blending of sincerity and of unavowed 
motives in many human sentiments. 


Must be Regilded . 


105 


But after all, when the sincerity is real, 
absolute — 

And yet, it was not in this way that 
Nannie Fairfax had dreamed that she 
would one day be loved. 


CHAPTER VIII. 


BLENDED MOTIVES BECOME ONE IN THE 
SNOW. 

Western life has preserved its thor- 
oughly American character, its smack of 
the soil. In New York, and still more 
in Boston, European ways have tinged 
the daily life of the upper classes. In 
Chicago, except in a restricted circle, 
the primitive liberty of manners was 
in full force at the time when “ Nannie 
Fairfax’s marquis” was paying his court. 
Thorough Frenchman as he was, Nannie 
did not hesitate to allow him to accom- 
pany her in her promenades, to the rink 
where she skated, and even to the theater. 
Nobody saw any harm in it; she less 
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Blended Motives Become One in the Snow. 107 


than anybody else. This tranquil and 
perfect security of a young girl, in com- 
pany with a young man whom she knew 
to be in love, impressed Robert greatly. 
It was certainly strange; nevertheless he 
was respectfully affected by it. Some- 
times he thought his nature must be 
actual y changed; his past life amazed 
him when he reflected on it ; and at 
such moments he truly loved. The 
French court was playing pastorals at 
the close of a certain century! 

Snow was falling abundantly; it was 
very cold, a dry cold which hardened 
the snow and made it slippery. The 
streets were filled with sleighs whose bells 
rang gayly in the clear atmosphere. 
Like a true daughter of the North, Nannie 
adored all winter pleasures ; an inde- 
fatigable skater, she seemed to fly over 
the ice; Robert, who made no bad figure 
in the skating club of the Bois de Bou- 
logne, found it difficult to keep up with 


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her. But what delighted her most was 
sleighing. 

One splendid sunny day it was decided 
that Robert, who was a passably good 
driver, should have the honor of giving 
her a ride on the snow. Nannie had her 
own sleigh, a love of a sleigh, ideally 
light, drawn by a handsome horse noted 
as one of the best trotters in the city. 
Warmly protected by her otter skin jacket 
and cap, and wrapped in several buffalo 
robes, Nannie smilingly defied the cold, 
keen though it was. The marquis him- 
self thought the thermometer had sunk 
too low for a pleasure trip. But he had 
concluded to bring his affairs to a head 
while gliding over the snow. The sub- 
sidies of his brother-in-law were dwin- 
dling terribly; from home they had sent 
him an ultimatum; a dowry of three million 
francs at least was demanded, — what were 
three poor little millions to a Fairfax! 
Hence the decisive moment had arrived. 


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109 


Miss F airfax had not the least suspicion. 
The marquis was fully occupied in moder- 
ating the speed of the horse and keeping 
out of the way of other vehicles of every 
description, from the heavy drays on 
runners to the elegant sleigh whose 
occupants exchanged gay speeches with 
Nannie. The latter, rejoicing in the 
splendid sunlight, the air charged with 
electricity, the movement of life that 
overflowed all about her, and whose 
manifestations, rude though they might 
be, she preferred to stagnation and indif- 
ference, was saying in her heart that, after 
all, she was born to remain an American, 
to live among those who were her equals, 
and that she would probably stifle in a 
society where conventions have the force 
of law, where the winters are sad and 
dirty, and where she might not be loved 
and appreciated as she was in Chicago. 

Clark Street bridge once passed, a 
glance at the river, completely frozen 


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over, and Robert could give his impatient 
horse more liberty. He turned toward 
the lake and went up Michigan Avenue. 
Here the houses were real palaces and 
not so far apart as on the side where 
the Fairfaxes lived. The somewhat 
rough aspect of the business part of the 
city and the adjoining streets, where 
the delicate nerves of the marquis were 
often shocked by the contiguity of open 
and unabashed poverty with the most 
unbridled luxury, disappeared altogether 
in this beautiful avenue beside the lake. 
He felt at ease in the midst of very rich 
people, of luxury which seemed to offer 
itself to his acceptance. 

Here, at least, it was not impossible 
to chat; the sleigh went on smoothly, 
without the slightest shock. In spite of 
the thermometer he felt thoroughly cap- 
tivated by the joyousness of the lovely 
winter day; it even seemed to him that 
the extraordinarily bright sunlight on the 


Become One in the Snow. 


Ill 


snow, and the blue waters of the lake, 
the edges of which were fringed with ice, 
did not lack a certain beauty. 

He turned and smiled at his companion. 

“So you are no longer sad, Monsieur 
de Sainbrillat. After all, it may have 
been the fear of being upset rather than 
melancholy which kept you silent.” 

“There is some truth in that,” he 
answered, smiling. “You Americans have 
a habit of brushing against one another 
on the public road which makes foreigners 
uneasy. One instinctively looks for a 
policeman. But — there was sadness also.” 

“Ah! and yet you do not seem tearfully 
inclined by nature.” 

“Not at all, God be thanked!” 

“Well, then?” 

“ Then, Miss Nannie, a light and super- 
ficial person like me sometimes finds 
himself in a cu de sac, obliged to reflect, 
and on such occasions his reflections are 
not all rose-colored. Will you permit me 


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to make you acquainted with — my re- 
flections?” 

“ Well— yes.” 

Nannie felt her heart beat; but she 
kept perfectly still, awaiting what could 
no longer be deferred. Robert, greatly 
moved himself, said brusquely: 

“I love you, Miss Nannie, and you 
have known it for a long time.” 

“Yes, I know it,” said the young girl, 
bravely. 

“If I were master of my own actions, 
I would simply say to you: ‘Be my 
wife!’ What would you reply then?” 

“I do not know. Why are you not 
master of your actions? You are a man.” 

“I am about to speak to you with 
brutal frankness.” 

“I love frankness, even when brutal, 
more than all pretence. But I shall 
forestall that frankness. Do not be sur- 
prised; I am better acquainted with the 
situation than you suppose. Your family 


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113 


will not accept me unless my hanas are 
full of gold.” 

“That is true.” 

“And you?” 

Robert was put rather out of counte- 
nance by the suddenness of the question. 
She gave him no time to reply: a swift 
look at him had been enough. 

“If I had been a girl without a penny 
you would not have followed me here. 
I am sure of it. Now, candor for candor. 
You please me much; it seems to me 
that I could pass my life beside you, and 
feel proud and happy to be your wife. 
But I am not sure that I truly love you. 
I could not with a good conscience say 
that vanity has no share in the attrac- 
tion I feel toward you. I think that 
marriage is a thing sufficiently serious 
to make people absolutely sincere with 
each other, and with themselves — which 
is not always easy.” 

Robert had been annoyed by his 


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momentary weakness. But now he felt 
perfectly composed. 

“Then, by that you confess that motives 
may be blended in human sentiments — 
interested ones may enter — and yet those 
sentiments may not be contemptible on 
that account ?” 

“ Perhaps. I am not sure of it. I 
have told you that you please me — it is 
probably not true love, the love stronger 
than death that every woman dreams of. 
After all, it has not been proved to me 
that such love is an essential condition 
of life. I heard a sermon once in which 
the preacher said that ‘ vocations to 
marriage were not given to all ' ; and 
that in such cases it was better not to 
marry. I am not sure that I have a 
vocation to marriage. It may come, 
perhaps; I doubt its having come as yet.” 

“Not marry, when one is a woman! 
But that is impossible!” 

“Not at all. I have friends who have 


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115 


not married and who never will. They 
are not to be pitied, I can assure you.” 

“But that is monstrous!” 

“Less monstrous, believe me, mar- 
quis, than marriages of self-interest and 
vanity.” 

“Ah! Nannie!” exclaimed Robert with 
an impulse full of verity and youth. 
“It is true that life is a complex thing; 
it is impossible for me to contract a 
marriage in which the question of money 
should be purely and simply set aside — 
the conditions of the society in which I 
live do not admit of it. And yet I swear 
I love you — I swear it to you.” 

“Of what use is it?” murmured the 
young girl. “I do not know your family, 
Monsieur de Sainbrillat ; but I divine 
pretty nearly, in advance, how they 
consider me. If your mother could have 
found a woman in your circle who was 
rich enough, she would have put far 
away from her the idea of welcoming a 


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foreigner like me. How it has happened 
that she could not find this ideal daughter- 
in-law I do not know. All I do know 
is that I will not have any shameful 
bargaining about my marriage. If you 
love me, marry me bravely. You may 
be sure that my father will watch over 
my happiness and assure the future. 
As to putting your title into one scale of 
the balance and sacks of dollars into 
the other, no, never !” 

Robert comprehended that this much- 
desired marriage would never take place. 
A bitter sense of disillusion constricted 
his heart. He felt anger raging within 
him at the thought of his helplessness; 
anger, too, against this young girl whose 
will expressed itself so precisely; all that 
was bad in him rose to his lips in a flood 
of bitterness. 

The sleigh was gliding on with prodigious 
swiftness; the city was far away; noth- 
ing could be seen but snow, a dazzling 


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117 


sheet extending over an almost treeless 
prairie, so thick that the wooden fences 
separating the fields could be distinguished 
only by an elevation of the snow under 
which everything disappeared. It was an 
immense white desert where the few 
houses could be guessed at only by the 
feathery smoke ascending from their 
chimneys. The sun had disappeared 
behind masses of somber clouds; the 
cold incessantly increased and became 
bitter. 

After a somewhat prolonged silence the 
marquis said: 

“Then, we have learned to know each 
other; I, at least, have loved you; and 
you have authorized me to do so and to 
hope, and all this only to be forgotten 
afterward, to vanish in the cold atmos- 
phere of your country like yonder smoke! 
It is what you call, I think, a flirtation. 
Admit that it has lasted too long for 
nothing to come of it. What! I have 


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acted like a lover, we have danced to- 
gether, talked together in perfect freedom; 
I have accompanied you in all your walks, 
we have spent hours alone together, I 
am lost here with you in this immense 
solitude, and this is to have no true 
conclusion? You will not be compromised 
by such assiduous attentions? One fine 
day you may close your door against me, 
and no one gossip about it, even in your 
own circle? No blame will fall upon you, 
no reflection on your conduct?” 

“Monsieur de Sainbrillat, you are too 
anxious about my reputation. It does 
not incur the slightest risk, I do assure 
you. My life is frank and open. People 
know me; they are sure that Nannie 
Fairfax will never do anything she will 
have to blush for. As to the attentions 
you have paid me, they have been re- 
marked, certainly. People know that, 
being attracted by each other, we sought 
to become well acquainted in order to 


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119 


discover whether we really loved; that 
we would become man and wife if our 
sympathy increased; that we would 
separate loyally and without rancor if it 
diminished. I assure you, that is much 
better than to marry with one's eyes 
closed, and afterward to curse a union 
too precipitate. To me all this seems 
very simple." 

The marquis did not answer, but he 
glanced at his companion. He saw that 
she was very pale, but very calm as well. 
Presently Nannie said: 

“The cold is increasing, and our ride 
has been very long already. Let us go 
back." 

Robert looked at the vast space in 
front of him. He was tempted to go 
straight ahead, to carry off by main 
force her who was eluding his pursuit. 
It was but the temptation of a moment. 
But it did not escape the notice of Nannie 
Fairfax. Nevertheless she remained per- 


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fectly quiet, without betraying the fear 
that for the first time in her life touched 
her heart. 

The nervous hand of the marquis 
gave the reins a sudden jerk; the horse, 
springing forward at full speed, rose on 
its hind feet, and, turning too quickly, 
upset the light sleigh, got entangled in 
its harness, struggled, and broke the 
shafts. Nannie, completely muffled in 
her furs, fell into the deep snow at the 
side of the road and sank down so far 
that for a moment she could not emerge. 
Robert had been thrown to a little dis- 
tance; the snow softened his fall, and 
he rose, a trifle giddy, and much ashamed 
of his adventure. 

“You are not hurt? I am amazed at 
my own clumsiness!” 

“No, nothing is the matter; — that is, 
my left foot pains me a little. Don’t 
look as if you were going to a funeral,” 
she added with a slightly nervous laugh. 


Become One in the Snow. 121 

“No sleigh ride is really successful if one 
is not thrown out. It does not matter 
much in the snow. It is the horse you 
should attend to; the important thing 
for us is that nothing should ail him.” 

Robert ran to the animal, which yielded 
obediently to his touch. It was unin- 
jured, but the sleigh was a total wreck. 
What was to be done? 

Nannie recovered her coolness in an 
instant. She glanced around and saw 
that they were at least several miles from 
any of the suburbs; there were few vil- 
lages in this direction; only a few scat- 
tered farms dotted the lonely region. It 
was necessary to find one of these farms. 
She caught a glimpse of a faint smoke 
rising toward the sky; the only sign of 
human habitation in the white immensity 
where they seemed lost. They must go 
there. In spite of her courage, after 
walking a few steps, Nannie owned that 
she could go no farther, her foot was too 


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painful. Under her direction, Robert 
threw one of the buffalo robes on the 
horse, which followed its mistress like a 
dog, and led it toward the overturned 
sleigh. Nannie limped thither and 
mounted, leaning on the young man’s 
hand. It was not very easy to sit steady 
without a saddle, but Nannie was adroit 
and supple; besides, there was no choice. 
Slowly they went toward the line of 
smoke through the bitter cold. 

The way seemed long and was traversed 
in silence, Robert leading the horse. 
Nannie, shivering and with chattering 
teeth, clung as best she could to the 
animal. 

The house was of wood and rather 
large, painted white, with shutters of 
bright green. No sign of animate life was 
to be seen in the yard, with its black 
trees, every branch laden down with 
hardened snow. The animals were under 
cover; not even a hen ventured abroad. 


Become One in the Snow. 


123 


No sound issued from the closed dwelling. 
No one answered their knock for several 
minutes. At last a withered old man, 
with prominent cheek bones, and a beard 
of dirty white beneath his chin, came 
to the door, listened to what Nannie 
had to say, silently assisted her to alight 
and led her into a room where a woman 
and a young boy were huddled around a 
red-hot stove. The boy took the horse 
to a stable, and then all three gazed with 
silent curiosity at the two young visitors. 

For the first time Robert saw the in- 
terior of a humble American home. The 
rather spacious room with whitewashed 
walls, cold and bare, was furnished with 
a sofa and chairs covered with black 
haircloth; other chairs were of straw. 
The old man enjoyed the seat of luxury, a 
large rocking-chair, likewise covered with 
black haircloth. 

Recovering from her numbness, Nannie 
began to chat with the old farmer and 


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his family, and responded without taking 
offense to the very direct questions which 
were put to her. The difficulty was how 
to get out of an embarrassing position. 

The only sleigh belonging to the farm 
had been taken by the young boy's 
father, who had gone to market with 
eggs and fowls. The simplest thing 
would be for the “ young gentleman" to 
mount the horse and carry the news to 
Mr. Fairfax. 

“My faith!" exclaimed the “young 
gentleman," “it is too cold in your fine 
country, — and then, can you imagine 
what I would look like going back to 
Chicago without a saddle, astride a 
buffalo robe? I should be laughed at 
forever after." 

The old farmer looked at him in amaze- 
ment; he had never been afraid of ridicule. 
He thought the young lady's “beau" 
was not equal to the situation. Turning 
gravely to Nannie, he said: 


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125 


“He is a foreigner. Of what nation?” 

“The French.” 

“Ah!” said the old man courteously, 
“that is not his fault. Everybody can 
not be born in the United States.” 

Finally, after long discussion and a good 
many dollars, the young boy was induced 
to brave the laughter dreaded by the 
marquis at least as much as the cold, 
and set off to notify Mr. Fairfax of the 
accident. This youthful citizen of free 
America was fully sensible of his own 
condescension. He expressed in an audi- 
ble undertone his lack of consideration 
for strangers who did not know how to 
get themselves out of a scrape; he even 
went so far as to call them “blamed 
foreigners ” 

There was nothing more to be done, 
now, but to wait. The farmer's wife 
rose and placed on the table a pumpkin 
pie and a bottle of beer. Knowing that 
it would be a serious offense to seem to 


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despise what was so kindly offered, 
Nannie bravely cut herself a slice of 
the pie, the crust of which was rather 
soft and sticky, while the interior was 
composed of stewed pumpkin mixed with 
eggs and sugar. She invited Robert to 
do likewise. But courage has its limits; 
he pleaded want of appetite and con- 
tented himself with drinking a glass of 
lager-beer. 

Nannie’s foot pained her considerably. 
The farmer’s wife, skilled in family 
medicine and surgery, rubbed it gently, 
installed her on the haircloth sofa, wrapped 
her up warmly with the furs from the 
sleigh, and then left the room to attend 
to her household affairs. The old man 
remained in his rocking-chair and soon 
fell into a drowse. Robert, believing 
that Nannie likewise slept, went as close 
as possible to the stove and began to 
reflect profoundly. 

Nannie was not asleep. She was watch- 


Become One in the Snow. 


127 


ing the movement of thought as it was 
written on the young man's countenance. 
She had always beheld him smiling, 
attentive, desirous to please. It seemed 
to her that this person with contracted 
brows and sarcastic mouth, who was 
thinking bitterly of the long months 
wasted, of the ruin of his projects, of 
the difficulties which life once more pre- 
sented him, was no longer the same man. 
Once he looked in her direction, and the 
glance was ugly, full of rancor. She 
shivered slightly, and the words of the 
Princess de Pierle recurred to her mind; 
once more, too, her suspicions took 
shape, and this time with singular pre- 
cision. She suddenly became certain of 
the complicity of the governess. And 
with this conviction came anger. She 
gave herself no time for reflection. Half- 
rising on her elbow, she said in an under- 
tone, so as not to rouse the farmer: 

“How much was the Marquise de Sain- 


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brillat to give Mile. Durand on the day 
of our marriage?” 

Robert rose with a bound. His sur- 
prise was so great that for a moment he 
lost his presence of mind. 

“ Mademoiselle ! ” said he in a trem- 
bling voice. 

“ Listen to me, marquis; it is useless to 
be angry. I have my reasons for believ- 
ing this monstrous thing. But if you 
give me your word as a gentleman — your 
word of honor — that it is not true, I will 
believe you; more, I will give you my 
hand — and your wife will be rich enough 
to satisfy even your mother. You see, 
I have absolute faith in your word.” 

He had drawn near her, and his stam- 
mering words died upon his lips. Then, 
drawing himself to his full height, he 
bowed and answered coldly: 

“You have guessed correctly, made- 
moiselle. I came to America hoping to 
marry you and buttress my sinking 


Become One in the Snow. 


129 


fortune with your sacks of dollars. Mile. 
Durand played the part of matrimonial 
agent. Is this all that you desire to 
know?” 

There was a moment of silence and 
Robert resumed his seat beside the stove. 
Presently he heard a stifled sob. Nannie 
was crying. He did not stir. But his 
anger evaporated; he felt exceedingly sad. 
At last he said: 

“Yes, all that is not very fine; I know 
it. And yet I am less contemptible 
than you think. There are fatalities 
attached to a birth like mine. I could 
not work; we are taught nothing but 
how to amuse ourselves. I ought to 
have become a soldier; I did not. The 
life I led offered terrible temptations; 
I was unable to resist them. You see I 
do not flatter myself. I was weak, I am 
terribly in debt; nevertheless, I assure 
you that I have never committed a vil- 
lainous action. I am, perhaps, better 


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than my reputation, which is — I tell you 
so in all humility — detestable. And yet 
with all that I have loved you sincerely, 
almost simply — ” 

“The Prince de Pierle said he loved, 
also.” 

“The Prince de Pierle is a wretch. I 
allowed myself to be drawn along by a 
very strong current which, doubtless, 
I might have resisted; but I am not a 
Prince de Pierle. I think I could have 
made you happy.” 

“No, that would have been impossible. 
And yet, it is a pity, it is a great pity!” 

In spite of this little plaint, sad and 
sweet, Robert had only to look at her 
to know that all was over between them. 
He said no more, and the silence was 
interrupted only by the heavy breathing 
of the sleeping farmer. 

A merry sound of bells rang out through 
the freezing air. Mr. Fairfax, with all 
the speed of his best horses, had come 


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131 


to seek his daughter. She sank into 
his arms and felt herself in safety. 

Two months later the journals an- 
nounced in glaring headlines the marriage 
of the Marquis Robert de Sainbrillat and 
Miss Loulou Smith of San Francisco. As 
he handed a newspaper to his daughter, 
Mr. Fairfax said with a smile: 

“ I am glad it is she rather than you.” 

“Loulou Smith — the American for Ex- 
portation! — that was all that was lacking.” 

And yet a light cloud had gathered in 
the clear blue sky of Nannie Fairfax's 
youth. The first freshness of her impul- 
sive and enthusiastic nature was slightly 
veiled. She had been on the point of 
loving. 

But the slight cloud will soon pass over. 


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